After hearing what he said, Jiang Fan raised his thumbs up with satisfaction: "Very good. Broaden your horizons and look far ahead. You have begun to take on the appearance of a king."
Cao Zijian smiled and said: "But... that's not the most important thing."
Jiang Fan's heart suddenly moved: "Oh? What do you think is the most important thing?"
Cao Zijian blinked, "It's my uncle."
Jiang Fan was curious: "How to say?"
"Don't pretend to be confused because you understand." Cao Zijian stared at him: "If you fight against Taiyue, you will definitely suppress the people they want, especially the eldest brother who is fundamentally hostile to Qin. So... Cao Yuan is the most powerful now My potential opponent is you, so I don’t need to worry, you will attack him sooner or later."
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes: "Are you so sure?"
Cao Zijian stared at him and sighed deeply: "One day, I thought of the unlucky Sima Jing and realized this..."
Seeing his unfinished expression, Jiang Fan said slowly: "It seems that you are aware of more than this."
Cao Zijian smiled bitterly and drank the wine in his glass: "You are planning to attack the distant Jin Kingdom in advance. I don't know how big the world is in your heart. At least... there must be more than one Da Qin."
Jiang Fan exhaled slightly, Cao Zijian has really grown up. This guy who is already extremely talented, once he puts his mind back, he will definitely be as good as Cao Yuan. In addition to lacking in ruthlessness, he even surpasses him in wisdom.
However, Jiang Fan did not want to discuss this topic in depth. He just said lightly: "Qin and Jin have formed a temporary alliance."
Cao Zijian's eyes were complicated: "Why run away? Sooner or later, you and I will have to face each other. The so-called alliance is just to deal with Wei. Now, isn't it forming a flanking attack on Wei?"
Jiang Fan smiled lightly: "This is Jianghu, and this is politics."
Cao Zijian sighed: "You just don't want to reveal your true thoughts. In fact, I understand... Forget it, at least that will happen in the future. I still want to remind you now that my father will not just sit idly by."
Jiang Fan secretly sighed in his heart, not only could he not do it, but he actually instigated the three major forces to assassinate him, and even almost succeeded, and the spy in this was your mother. What do you want me to say to you?
You're better...why the hell did you tell Xiaohong...
Jiang Fan felt a headache just thinking about it, so he counted the ball and let it go first.
"Speaking of which, my father actually agreed to lend you the road this time. It's very strange. This is tens of thousands of troops passing through..." Cao Zijian's eyes were a little confused.
Jiang Fan thought to himself, if you know about the assassination, it will not be difficult to understand the truth.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about our affairs." Jiang Fan decided to change the subject.
"Hekuotai, the son of King Hunxie, is going south in search of new supplies. He will definitely pass by Wei State, especially since your fiefdom is the closest. Keep an eye on him."
Cao Zijian pressed down the charm and cheered up: "Okay, do you want to do something?"
"Don't move, but you have to keep an eye on him, especially the channels he is connected to. There is no need to worry about it. Give me all your sniping power and try not to let any of them pass. In addition..."
Jiang Fan thought deeply: "If my guess is correct, someone else will take action against Kuotai. Try to save him when the time comes."
Cao Zijian was a little confused: "Protect him? Why? He is really against you."
Jiang Fan snorted: "As you said, it's me, and He Kuotai... is also a young jackal with great ideas."
Cao Zijian seemed to have some realization: "You plan to provoke..."
Jiang Fan's eyes flashed coldly: "That old jackal, how can I make him feel better..."
Cao Zijian nodded: "Sister Jiang Qi and I calculated that she can operate better on the river."
Jiang Fan hummed, but immediately became furious: "Don't call me so affectionate, who are you, sister Jiang Qi!"
Cao Zijian chuckled and rubbed his hands: "Your sister, your sister..."
"Your sister!" Jiang Fan almost slapped him in the face.
While pushing the cup to change the cup, Cao Zijian became a little drunk without realizing it. A literati like him can't change his tone. When he gets excited, he will open his arms, dishevel his hair, raise his cup and sing, and sing one good poem after another. head.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh, this is a true talent, his literary talent is truly outstanding, unlike himself who only knows how to plagiarize.
Therefore, in the face of Cao Zijian's request, he resolutely refused to show his shame, but how could Cao Zijian let him go? Under this guy's constant entanglement, Jiang Fan finally decided to deal with it.
When Cao Zijian saw that he agreed, he was overjoyed and took up the pen and ink himself.
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke:
Wine and song, life geometry;
Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away;
Generosity should be shown as generosity, and worries will be unforgettable;
Why can only Du Kang relieve worries...
After just four sentences, Cao Zijian was so excited and amazed.
Later, he became more and more emotional, until Jiang Fan himself was stunned for a moment, and then he slowly said that sentence——
The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart...
Cao Zijian's pen suddenly paused in mid-air. For a long time, he silently put down the pen without recording these eight words.
The room fell into silence for a while.
In the end, Cao Zijian was a little confused: "That's it, that's it... I won't write the last sentence..."
Jiang Fan looked at him but said nothing.
Cao Zijian took a deep breath and stared at the poetry on the table: "In the end, you answered my question..."
Suddenly, he slapped the table suddenly and laughed like crazy: "Don't care about him, don't care about him! Let's drink wine and sing, how long is life, how can we only relieve our worries, Du Kang! Come, let's drink, we will not return until we are drunk!"
Of course, those who seek intoxication will not wake up. When night falls, Cao Zijian finally beats messy beats, chants vaguely, and falls to sleep...
Jiang Fan looked at him with complicated eyes and sighed slowly.
"You came?"
Cao Ying slowly walked out from behind the screen, looked at Cao Zijian on the ground, and then looked at Jiang Fan with blurred eyes.
"The Duke of Zhou spits out nourishment, and the world returns to its heart... You really want to imitate the great ancestor Zhou Gong and unify the country..."
Jiang Fan stood up and gently held her hand: "It's just poetry..."
Cao Ying stared at him: "No... I want to know, is your heart in Zhou or Qin?"
Jiang Fan knew that she had misunderstood Zhou Gong Tubu this time, but obviously, if she knew her identity as the emperor's grandson again, the misunderstanding would probably be even more difficult to resolve.
"As I said, Xiaohong, it's just poetry. Poetry may not be the expression of the poet's own thoughts, but it may also be about discussing things and expressing feelings..."
Cao Ying was silent for a moment: "Come to my room. Let him have a good sleep."
The two passed through the back hall and soon arrived at Cao Ying's bedroom.
After gently closing the door and window, Cao Ying turned around and came to him with a deep look: "I hope so, you understand...Xiaohong is from Wei after all..."
Jiang Fan nodded slowly: "I understand, you have also worked hard between family and country."
Cao Ying snuggled into his arms gently: "You know, a few years ago, I envied the empress. I even took her as an example. I thought women should be like this, holding up half the world. Later, I also listened to your story about Mulan. …”
